Into the wood

Unbelieveable as it seems, today is already our fifth anniversary!

Unlike last year, with its improbable 4th anniversary gift tradition of fruit, flowers, and appliances (?!), the fifth anniversary has a more standard and gift-accessible "wood" theme. Books are indeed made of wood, so I was pretty well covered with gifts for Meh. (Of course, Zachary enjoyed his gift as well - the wrapping paper.)

We had a jam-packed day of activities, and it was just so nice to spend some quality time as a family (and of course even nicer that the little man was happy throughout most of the day). After the morning walk/jog (Meh has been adding jogging to our routine so gradually that I'm actually almost able to deal with it without whining), we all came home and had a nice breakfast - Zachary had a variety of fruits and yogurt, and we had tasty Meh-made crepes. Then Zachary took his nap, and that sounded so nice that we both joined him for a doze. Refreshed, we all went out for lunch/brunch at one of our favorite restaurants, then ran errands at the local outdoor mall. The weather was fabulous, so we walked all over the mall while Zachary took his afternoon nap. I picked up new running shoes, where I was doubly amused that I had to choose from women's styles (not that there's much difference; the smallest guy size was just slightly too big for my feet), and that the cushy ones that I chose were branded "Nimbus", which immediately made me think of Harry Potter. (I was so unimpressed that both Meh and the salesperson at the shoe store were looking blankly at me; the Nimbus 2000? Fast brooms? Anyone?)

In the evening, friends L & R had graciously offered to babysit, and arrived in time to watch Zachary's continuing adventures in backwards bathtub scooting. We headed off to a nice quiet dinner together. Quiet is perhaps an understatement; for the second time that we'd been at this place, it was completely empty when we arrived (and we felt sheepish mentioning that we had a reservation when we walked in, but why would you pass up those OpenTable dining points?). My only guess is that since it's attached to a lodge/resort/spa, maybe Sunday nights are quiet with lodge guests departing? Still, the food was phenomenal as always, and the setting was great - outdoor on their patio, with a nice fountain, grape vines winding overhead, and a little vegetable patch up against The Herbfarm (where we had an incredible meal almost a year ago).

The restaurant did start to fill up slightly (e.g. one couple sat at one other patio table) throughout the evening, so maybe we're just earlybirds. Speaking of birds, there were plenty of fauna around to keep us entertained between the scrumptious courses -- some tiny birds were taking baths in the large fountain/pool next to us, a few eagles or hawks flew overhead, and a friendly neighborhood hare hopped into the patio's strawberry patch halfway through dinner. We also shared a bottle of a more recent vintage of our wedding wine (we've actually still got a few bottles left at home, though as a white wine, they're probably not aging particularly well at this point - like we'd know, connoisseurs that we are :). Afterwards, we strolled through the Herbfarm's gardens, looking at all of the plants and flowers, visiting our friends the truffle-sniffing pigs-in-training, and also seeing two tiny baby bunnies hopping around the grounds. It was a wonderful evening to complete our first five years together -- now here's to eighty more!

Please insert coin

"Will cruise for food" could be Zachary's new motto. After watching Zachary circle our living room ottoman repeatedly, only to stop as soon as she ran for the camera, Meh stumbled onto the idea to use food as an assistive device. A small pile of his favorite crunchy stars didn't do the trick (though as I'll get to in a moment, it may have just been the wrong direction for him to reach), but strategically placing a few individual stars around the circumference of the ottoman got him moving:

Does this video remind anyone else of Pac Man? Granted, no ghosts or power pellets yet, though perhaps Meh will make the game more interesting now that he's mastered the basics?

Incidentally, like the predictable Pac Man ghosts, Zachary has apparently only mastered cruising in one rotational direction: counterclockwise. He confirmed this today for Meh, when at the shopping mall, he made multiple orbits of a boat-shaped-thing in the play area, but again only in the counterclockwise direction.

Take a hike

Friends J and S had invited us to go hiking this weekend. While Meh unfortunately had to work, Zachary and I elected to go enjoy a morning stroll (well, a second morning stroll - the three of us still did our traditional family walk) and then meet mommy in the afternoon.

New friends D and S (who we met at the fourth of July picnic) joined us as well, and the five of us set off on the fairly short drive to Twin Falls. Stroll is perhaps a slightly misleading term here. The hike was rated a 2 (out of 5) in our travel guide, and the above website calls it:

an ideal hike for small children, novice hikers, or anyone wishing for an easy low elevation walk in the woods at any time of year

So either I'm way more out of shape than I'd thought, the trail has been dramatically altered since the last printed updates, or the presence of a 20-pound load on my front (and a backpack in the back that didn't quite balance this) added an unforseen difficulty modifier. Thankfully, J and D both offered to help, and Zachary was mostly happy as his personal pack mule changed from me to J. Zachary spent most of the hike alternating between staring up at the various trees, and (once J was carrying him) swinging back around to make sure I was still there as well.

The trail was quite nice - mostly well maintained if nearly always uphill. I think the main source of confusion with the rating was that the guides were estimating the hike to a bridge over the namesake waterfalls. We reached that bridge, but the trail obviously continued, so we kept going, figuring there were even more vistas further along. While the views were nice, we eventually ended up parallel to the interstate and approaching large electric towers (while continuing to ascend) - and the path had narrowed and dwindled to a pretty narrow grade, so we eventually headed back down after what turned out to be a roughly 2 hour round-trip hike.

The weather was pleasant and just slightly overcast, though that certainly helped keep us cool on the hike. The walk was always within sight/sound of the river, which Zachary of course loved as he does all "water features". While we had a fairly quiet hike up, the crowds started arriving on our way back down, and it was amazing to see so many babies and young children - most of whom were in those fancy metal-framed backpack things. If we continue hiking with any frequency, that might be a good addition to consider -- though the carrier we currently use lets you put the baby on your back as well (if you trust yourself to gradually jiggle the carrier around 180 degrees; I don't have that much confidence yet).

After the hike, Zachary enjoyed his lunch in the trunk of the car (hey, it's a nice large flat surface - and yes, it's a hatchback) while everyone watched his cuteness gobble up sweet potatoes, crunchy star-shaped cereal, and raisins. All in all, a wonderful day out with friends in the beautiful scenery of the Pacific northwest!

Blogaversary

Hard to believe it was already one year ago today that we started this blog. Oh, how young and naïve we were back then, speculating about then-Ziggy's birth date, gender, name, room color... Not to suggest we're any less clueless now, but it's always easy to look back and self-criticize. :)

Time seems to do funny things when you have a baby. For us, the first few months alternated between sleep-deprived blur (I can barely even remember when Zachary was up four or more times a night, though I'm sure Meh's memory is unfortunately a bit clearer), crazy activity (building/assembling/organizing his room), and figuring out what this new little person truly needed and wanted (items not making the list: maya wrap, that snuggle nest thing, pacifiers, and I'm sure a few other items). But since then, the time has flown enormously fast - I can't believe he's already almost 11 months old!

One of Zachary's fun birth gifts was a picture frame with mattes to place photos of him at birth, each month, and then a large picture in the middle for one year. It was bugging me that we'd kind of run out of steam at four months, so yesterday I finally researched, resized, and printed out photos for months five through ten. Looking at these last six months' pictures, Meh and I agreed that we can't actually tell a significant change in his features - nothing like the change in the first month or two certainly. Incidentally, that was one super-cute contact sheet, with adorable pictures varying from smiles to finger in mouth to raspberrying. I was particularly pleased with the sunglasses photo, which happens to be angled so it looks like he's looking at the forthcoming 1-year center photo, Brady Bunch style.

Speaking of time and the circle of life and all that, today was the bris for our friends' newborn son. (Mazel tov to D & D!) Meh made some amazing cupcakes -- vanilla with chocolate frosting. I was going to make my always-demanded challah. However, the best laid plans... Checking the first pair of a double batch in the oven, they simply didn't seem to be cooking. I finally figured out that the oven had died, right in the middle of baking them, and wouldn't heat back up, leaving me with two and a half loaves of raw challah and two par-baked challahs. I put the half-loaf (a mini-loaf, given to D & D to eat upstairs while watching over baby B's recovery) in my toaster oven, and called a few neighbors. Thankfully our next-door neighbors have young children as well and were up early - they invited us to use their oven, Meh shuttled the dough over, and all of the loaves were successfully cooked and delivered to the bris straight from the oven. Well, except the one I gave to our neighbors in emphatic thanks for, um, bringing home the bread. :)

At the bris, we saw a full range of young children from 0 to about 3 years of age. And bizarrely, they were all boys (I think there were about eight in all?). One in particular is just a month or two older than Zachary and was walking/toddling around the family room. I can definitely see how Zachary's movements could turn into that at some point (I won't say "soon" because that would be pressure/setting expectations, and he'll walk/talk/pick a vocation when he's good and ready to), though we're in no rush to have to child proof everything!

Yesterday, Zachary discovered a new game - he was cruising around our ottoman, and grabbed my toe. It tickled, so I chuckled. He thought this was the funniest thing ever, so we had an ongoing game for a good 10 minutes, which went something like this:

What's your sleep comfort number?

Today was Zachary's first fourth of July (well, duh, so far every day is his first instance of that day - give it another month or so though...). We didn't make it to fireworks (with the late Seattle summer sunsets, fireworks don't start until after 10 pm; and our pyromaniacal neighbors often are detonating [no exaggeration] window-shaking fireworks late into the night - here's hoping they don't bother Zachary too much!), but we did meet up with friends J & S, A & B, and met a few new friends at a waterfront picnic for a few hours. Zachary did great, happily playing with his toys, telling everyone "da da", giving out big smiles like they were sparklers, and generally people watching. He gets very focused in one direction, but it's sometimes hard to tell just what he's actually looking at - this time with people frequently walking by (and his head following them), the subjects of his interest became a little more obvious.

Zachary reached another milestone last night -- in preparation for our ever escalating washload size/frequency, I pulled his fitted sheet off his crib mattress, and happened to glance at the icons on the mattress itself. I'd completely forgotten that we'd gotten a 'convertible' -- that is a mattress that's super-firm on one side for infants, and more like a regular coil mattress on the other side for the slightly older baby. The magic weight for the flip is 20 pounds. Meh had a hunch, and we did a quick weighing on our scale and Zachary looks to be just about 20 pounds. So the mattress was flipped, and Zachary took his first step toward the world of posturpedic comfort. Or something.

While not the first time, we also moved Zachary out of his tub-within-the-tub and into the bathtub proper. He loves being totally surrounded by the water, and kicks and splashes enthusiastically, generally getting his would-be washers as soaked as he is. Still, it's hilarious for all of us to see all of that kicking generate some backwards momentum that sends him scooting across the tub. I know at some point we'll have to invest in a bath mat, but for now this is just far to entertaining for Zachary -- and certainly for us as well.

Hey big smiler

Zachary has always responded to seeing and recognizing our faces (yes, usually in a positive way). But now he's gone one further - Meh was smiling at him and he started smiling back, and she gave him a big grin, and he imitated (exaggerated? Meh can't be sure her face gets quite this dramatic...) it in a super cute manner:

In other news, sweet potato is now back on top in the food preferences race. Meh chopped it into cubes rather than mashing it, since he's been developing that aforementioned head-shaking rejection of spoon-fed foods. And he grabbed it and loves it as much as ever. Even with cheerios, cheese, or blueberries on the tray, the sweet potato generally emerges as champion. On the other hand, the lentils, broccoli, and green beans still face a serious uphill battle. More on Zachary's culinary explorations to come, I'm sure.

Paper toys

We've finally found a good use for all of the junk mail we receive -- give it to Zachary. Just place him in the middle of a pile, and he's entertained for hours by newspapers, print ads, and credit card solicitations. At last there's an intermediate step between the mailbox and the recycling bin. (Though on a side rant, how many times can a company we already are monopolistically forced to use for phone service keep soliciting us to pick up their slow-as-molasses data service? It's seriously a nearly daily occurrence.)

A friend sent Zachary an early birthday present of some excellent super-hero themed dinnerware today (no, that certainly doesn't count as junk mail!), and Meh watched him happily play with (and in) the large cardboard box that it came in for much of this afternoon. He really does love his paper goods. Thanks so much to S for the plate, cup, bowl, and "bonus gift" (aka shipping box)!

So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish for Breakfast

It's been our last weekend with close friends M and K (of Fish for Breakfast blog fame), who leave tomorrow morning to begin the long drive to their new home in Fort Worth. On Saturday, I (and, as a good measure of the number and quality of their friendships here, no less than 8 other friends!) helped them load their furniture and boxes into a moving truck - everyone was so methodical and, well, brawny, that the process was knocked out in under 2 hours. Meh and Zachary planned to come over and help as well, but Zachary had begun his new trend of super-long morning naps, and slept right through the move. With their Seattle life packed up, M and K spent the weekend and today staying at the Selfon house -- much as M started his time in Seattle some 9 years ago. It was so nice to have one last chance to spend some time with them, and Zachary certainly enjoyed their company as well. Oh, and M and K are amazing photographers as well, so they caught some great photos of Zachary cooling off in his bathtub-turned-pool on the back porch. Tomorow they begin their interstate car/truck caravan through the US heartland to M's new professorship at TCU (and K recently locked up a position at another university across town - such an academic couple!).

It's been a ridiculously hot weekend; Seattle can't seem to produce an authentic 'summer' day, it's always toggling between February overcast and August swelter. Our one portable air conditioning unit has gotten quite a workout, moving between Zachary's and our room. (K and M insist that their own room has stayed cool enough - I hope they're not just being polite!) When the thermostat in the house hit 84 yesterday (in our rooms upstairs, it was closer to 88), it was time to purchase a second unit, as well as pondering once more whether getting whole home air conditioning would be cost effective. We've all tried to beat the heat by spending some time outdoors, enjoying meals on the deck, swinging in the hammock (Zachary really enjoys this), moving Zachary's tub outside, making homemade ice cream (featuring chunks of Mackinac Island fudge from our recent trip), and occasionally retreating to air conditioned grocery stores, offices, and cars. M and K even got to finally take a (very brief) tour of Meh's work when we visited for a Zachary afternoon snack earlier today.

M and I grew up together, several blocks apart in the same subdivision and going to the same schools. (For non-Michiganders, a "subdivision" is what the rest of the world apparently calls a "neighborhood".) M was even prominently featured in one of our high school video projects (and remains one of the biggest fans of the Sesfonstein canon). But in many ways we've become much closer friends as adults here in the Pacific Northwest. M moved here about a year after I did, and other than a 15-month stay in Japan, we've been in the same city for the most time of any of my childhood friends.

K is as much a long-term Seattle transplant as we are. (We were reminiscing, and I believe I first met K before Meh and I were even together.) K and Meh have similarly been very close; part of their connection is possibly that whole spouses-of-Michiganders support group thing, but they've had so many other shared interests and activities - creating amazing (and cute) desserts, a love of reading, dogs (yes, even Korby), crafting, and knitting (I think Meh eventually tabled that activity, but K still does it, and made Zachary one of his favorite toys).

We're going to miss them very very much, and hope to visit them soon. Thankfully, I've actually got an excuse coming up, and will hopefully get to spend a few days before or after the upcoming conference I'll be attending just a few hours south of them in Austin. In the meantime, we look forward to reading about their journey and discoveries living in a new place and making new friends, even as they keep up with Zachary's adventures in the same way. Hooray for the connected Internets!

He shakes off the sign...

The head shaking that we hadn't consistently seen for months is back, and it certainly seems to be much more consistent -- in one particular situation.

Zachary's already demonstrated clear food preferences; Cheerios are at the top of the list, followed closely by string cheese. (Both of them elicit screeches of happiness and smiles as he first starts eating them.) Then, for the longest time, sweet potatoes were a close third, followed by a virtual tie between blueberries, grapes, peaches, and yogurt with applesauce. However, in recent days, he's been shaking his head every time we offer him a spoonful of sweet potatoes or yogurt. At first, I didn't think he was saying 'no', since after a shake or two, he'd eventually give in and eat. Then I thought perhaps his tastes were changing and he was finally getting sick of his previous favorite foods. But I'm often able to distract him into eating them by rotating through the other finger food favorites before offering the spoon. Still, the head shaking resumes after a spoonful or two.

Meh stumbled on a potential reason for the rejection today -- it may not be the food, but rather the presentation. It seems he may already be expressing a preference to feed himself; when the previously favorite sweet potatoes were dumped onto his tray, he happily gobbled them up, generating this excellently messy video:

Meh also tried offering him the spoon to see if he wanted to take it and feed himself, but he either still emphatically shook his head at it, or did what I've seen him do in the past: grab the food-side of the spoon and shove it (along with his hand) into his mouth. I'm sure we'll get to proper table manners at some point, though I'm in no rush to send him off to finishing school just yet.

Walk this way

(After the Mackinac trip's ridiculous number of blogged pictures, this entry is offered visual-free as a change of pace.) Our family has started a nice new morning ritual. Since Zachary was waking us up by 5 or 6 am anyway, we've decided to get the most out of our early mornings, and are taking a good long walk around the neighborhood. It certainly helps that it's finally starting to feel a bit like summer here with 60-70 degree mornings, though still a bit brisk in the shade. Zachary's generally still bundled a bit and wears his nifty tan hat, though the sun still bothers him for at least part of the walk. We'll have to break out those sunglasses again for him to try.

Lest you think this is just a leisurely stroll, we're typically out for around 45 minutes, and the area where we live isn't named after a hill for no reason. Thankfully, Zachary's spiffy new jogging stroller (a nice Craig's List acquisition) has cushy tires to keep the ride smooth both for him and for us pushing him. (And a newly purchased air pump helps keep said tires cushy.) Korby, however, is apparently no match for the terrain - he was dragging severely behind the times we tried to take him along, so now he generally stays at home. We're actually up and out of the house early enough that I think sometimes he'll still just be asleep when we leave.

The walk also gives Meh and me back a good opportunity to catch up with each other; with our hectic schedules, it's very special to find a new activity where we get to spend together. Zachary also often contributes to the conversations (which are frequently about him anyway) with combinations of high-pitched singing, "Dah"-ing, and a wide selection of other ultra-cute babbly sounds.

In-flight entertainment

I mentioned Zachary's self-entertainment with the in-flight food menu on our trip to Mackinac, but I forgot to mention we'd grabbed video of it, along with another non-toy he decided was a fascinating object to play with.

Trains, planes, automobiles... and carriages?

I think we covered practically all forms of transportation on our vacation trip this week with Zachary's grandma and friends J & S to Mackinac Island: car, plane (both jet and semi-scary turblence-battered turbo prop), airport rail, van, ferry, bicycles (tandem, no less), pedestrian, and horse-drawn carriage.

Background: Growing up, my family used to take summer vacation trips up to Mackinac every couple of years. The island is situated between Michigan's two peninsulas in Lake Huron, and is known (well, at least in Michigan - most folks elsewhere that I've mentioned it to give me blank looks) for roughly four things:

1. All automobile traffic is banned (how's that for irony in the car capital of the US?) - the island is completely traversed by horses and bicycles. Zachary had his first horse rides, and occasionally looked with interest at the large horses as they trotted past. (The island even has rentals of horses and horse-drawn buggies, though we passed on that particular pasttime this trip.) We of course got lots of stroller time as well in Zachary's new compact umbrella stroller on the excellent footpaths throughout the town and surrounding state park. Meanwhile, Meh and I took a lovely (or as Meh would describe it, death-defying?) tandem bicycle ride around the 8.3 mile island with friends J & S.


2. Mackinac Island fudge. For some inexplicable reason, about the time that the island became a tourist destination, it was decided that fudge was a good tourist draw. This led to a precursor to the Starbucks phenomenon, where the six fudge shop chains occupy like thirty storefronts along the main street, often directly across the street from each other. But it's darn good fudge, and you of course get to watch them make the various flavors daily on large marble slabs. We of course ended up bringing home several pounds, some of which we hope to transform back into Mackinac Island fudge ice cream (one of the tastiest uses for it).


3. The Grand Hotel. A massive and impressive 120-year-old hotel with the world's longest porch (660 feet). Also apparently the only 5-star hotel in the world without valet parking. We spent one rainy evening here enjoying their lovely dinner service (the font and formatting of the menu remain intact from my last childhood visit), enjoying listening to the after-dinner harpist in the lobby, and walking through the hotel's halls to see pictures of its history (including visits from 5 sitting presidents no less). One nice thing about the hotel is that jacket and tie are required in the evening, so even Zachary got dressed up for the occasion. And my, that was the fanciest faux-wood infant high chair that I'd seen.
   


4. It's the setting for the 'unabashedly romantic' (that's Netflix description, which became our running gag throughout the trip) film Somewhere in Time. That alone would be well and good if it wasn't hammered home by every storefront (many sold a variety of film-themed tchochkes, books, and even 'officially licensed' jewelry; one particularly groan-inducing moment was seeing a clothing store subtitle itself 'Somewear in Time'; another was a store that had stencilled lettering announcing that it was through this particular pane of glass that Christopher Reeve was filmed for one scene), map of the island (highlighting the various locations where the film was shot), and even this placard placed where they shot a scene of the film. Our own resort (previously the island's college) was used for a few other scenes, though they thankfully didn't loudly advertise that fact.

The flights were for the most part great, minus the aforementioned rough ascent on the second plane. Zachary was again interested in playing with the in-seat inserts (these were thankfully laminated, so it wasn't quite as bad to see him continually trying to put them in his mouth). We had another first once we landed (at the cute and way-fancy regional airport that hosted a total of two gates): the shuttle booked to take us over to the ferries had installed the car seat facing forward, and it looked like backwards was going to be a bit too challenging to attempt. Zachary loved facing forward, screeching and clenching his fists in happiness the whole drive. He also *loved* the ferry ride over, smiling and giggling the whole time.


On the island, the weather wasn't entirely cooperative (not pictured here :), with rain washing out much of the first full day. Thankfully, that didn't really stop us from taking a nice morning walk around the island, meeting up with J & S for a cozy lunch (followed by fudge of course), and enjoying the aforementioned Grand Hotel dinner -- arriving in style by horse taxi of course. The second day, we had some glorious weather, and got to explore more of the island, including the Michigan governor's summer home and some of the other incredible residences. (All things considered, the prices weren't that insane - or are we just totally impervious to reason with the crazy housing market in Seattle?) We also enjoyed the resort we were staying at - Meh, J, & S took advantage of some of the massage services (grandma and I played with/strolled with Zachary during these), and we all had a lovely tea served by an unlikely candidate (a college student who was the water server at the fancy restaurant at the resort).

Mackinac was much as I remembered it, though there are of course slight changes - an internet cafe on the main street, and a big to-do last year with the opening of a Starbucks downtown. (The sign is totally hidden under awnings, so you wouldn't even know it was there from the street.) The prices are all going up as well; the cost to visit the Grand Hotel if you're not a guest (and aren't going for one of their meals) is up to a whopping $15. (I think maybe it was $4 when I was there last time?) But all in all, it was wonderful to be able to introduce Zachary, Meh, and J & S to one of my favorite childhood vacations, and it was great to be able to share the time there with Zachary's grandma as well.

Weekend cruise

Earlier this week, Zachary started unofficially to 'cruise' - that is, he will hold onto a couch or the ottoman and, step by step, gradually work his way around it without our assistance. These stints were typically interrupted or ended by him hitting the ground -- not usually hard, but generally with either one pivot too many or the splits getting his feet too far out from under him. He kept trying to pull himself up, but often ended up in a position where he was sitting with his legs under the ottoman, so he couldn't make much progress.

Today however, we were visiting friends D, D, and N, and he was sitting on the ground, facing mommy on the couch, and lo and behold, he grabbed her knees and pulled himself up. Another milestone! He celebrated with happy screeches.

Here's a great video Meh got of him in mid-cruise yesterday, where he stopped to play with one of his new favorite toys, a large decorative plate we keep on the ottoman.

The art of the raspberry

Just because we haven't talked about it recently doesn't mean it isn't still a Zachary favorite! In addition to more and more consonant and vowel-like sounds, Zachary still loves the spraying of raspberries. Sometimes it's in response to the weather (in particular when it starts to rain), other times it accompanies screeches and singing), and sometimes there's just no rhyme or reason to the wild spraying.

Here's an excellent video Meh caught of Zachary and her having a raspberry conversation. (Apparently this had already been going on for a few minutes when she turned the camera on.)

Engines full reverse

Zachary's starting to show a little more interest in moving around. (Capturing him on film while he does so remains a challenge though - either me leaving for the camera or the camera's little red distance-detection light tends to distract him from moving.) Monday morning, he and I were hanging out playing, and I put him on his tummy. Usually this makes him unhappy pretty quickly, but this time he was focused on a toy he was trying to grab that was a few feet out of reach. He pulled himself up with his hands, which inadvertently pushed him backwards. He kept occasionally repeating this, and ended up moving about six feet into the next room. Oddly, his inability to get to the toy didn't really seem to make him frustrated, as every time he backed up, he found something else new and exciting to grab at in front of him - another toy, the edge of the carpet, his jumperoo, and so on.

Then last night mommy was giving him a bath in the tub proper (not that plastic insert tub thing we usually use - long story), and he was scooting himself backwards the length of the tub and laughing about it. Movement may indeed be inevitable...

Last night after the bathtub scooting was date night! Friends M and K had wanted to come babysit once more before they move away :(, so Meh and I got to go out for a nice dinner and movie. (And no, I wasn't the only guy in the theater for SATC; there were at least two or three others, even if they all straggled in during the trailers.) It was again nice to get to spend an evening out together, and it was fine if our conversation frequently came back around to the little man and the cute things he's been up to lately. The movie was fun, but turned out to be a bit of a marathon (I likened it to squeezing a full season of the show up onto the screen, which it almost was at 2.5 hours!), and we felt a bit guilty being out so long -- M and K were so wonderful to watch Zachary, and to stay so late!

Self Serve

The little man and I have kept very busy this weekend - he continues to do amazingly well being out and about (actually even better than hanging out at home all day; I think that actually kind of bores him) with multiple errands and fairly full days. Yesterday we went to the bank (where the tellers already know him, but he shamelessly flirts anyway), then to lunch with friends S & J at one of the most excellently child-friendly cafes in Capitol Hill -- who else would dedicate like 15% of their in-restaurant space to a gated and well-padded area with tons of kids toys? On the walk down to the restaurant, friends D & D and their son N were driving past, so after they got home, D and N came back out and joined us for lunch.

Zachary's been eating great - he went through an entire jar of food at lunch, along with his favorite finger foods -- Cheerios and bits of a stick of string cheese. Incidentally, I've been noticing a definite left-hand preference in picking up food, even when I put it closer to his right hand. His papa and nanny are southpaws (and his grandfather was a lefty as well), so it's a definite possibility -- though the child specialists are always quick to point out that it's a bit early for a handedness preference to assert itself. And indeed, apparently most children go through a few flip-flops before settling on one.

After lunch, we popped over to visit mommy at work, then did some shopping at Costco before heading home in time for a nice baffy time, stories (still not a fan of my renditions of Goodnight Moon, though he's happy enough when mommy reads it -- as in the dark video below, where you'll notice he turns pages with his left hand), and bedtime.

Today was a bit mellower - Zachary and I took a nice long walk with Korby, met mommy at work in the afternoon, and then came home and played for a while. When I gave him dinner, we reached another milestone! He started reaching for the spoon, I let him try to grasp it -- and he successfully put it into his own mouth. Granted, it was like his existing finger-food eating technique: the hand wrapped around the food end of the spoon and went into the mouth along with at least some of the sweet potato/lentil mix. But this outfit was just about at the end of its use for the day anyway, and he actually did a pretty decent job with the food transfer. He seemed pleased with himself as well; I'm thinking mealtime is about to get a whole lot messier, which I previously would have found hard to believe!

300

Zachary is definitely much more entertaining than any graphic novel or graphic novel-inspired movie. Well, at least that I'm aware of. :)

How time flies - I didn't even realize until I looked over at the little counter thing (I know, I know, at some point I'll have to 'upgrade' it to count years and months), but Zachary turned 300 days old on Tuesday. And he doesn't even look a day over 275.

Zachary continues to interact in new ways with the world and us all of the time. He definitely loves mommy; when Meh comes home after being away, or we come up to say hi to mommy after her morning shower, he smiles, laughs, and sings. He's also a huge Korby fan, always saying "dah!" and variants when I point the dog out to him, and squirming and kicking fiercely while making happy noises when we first see him in the morning or when coming home. His third-best-friend at this point appears to be gravity. While wild waving and banging of objects is still fun (and honestly, when won't it be?), it's dropping them on the ground to make a gratifying thud or clatter that's his new favorite. Whether it's from six inches (sitting on the ground) or several feet (in his chair at the table - and yes, I'm perfectly happy to 'reset' objects for another terminal velocity trip to the ground), gravity is fun. We'll have to wait and see how soon he shows an interest in trying out more advanced Newtonian experiments.

And continuing the world interaction theme, today he started actively waving when someone waves at him. Friend M was over visiting, and when she waved goodbye, he waved back! Similarly, when I got home from work, he responded to my arrival by waving from the doorway. Still not entirely consistent, but just one more sign that he's continuing to learn avenues for communication.

Speaking of communication, talking/singing certainly continues to be one of his choice activities, as demonstrated in this video:

Is it goodnight for "Goodnight Moon"?

The last few nights, Zachary has been happy with his bedtime stories until we get to what was always his previous favorite. At first I thought he was just getting overly tired and was ready to pack it in for the night before I got to the coveted "In the great green room...", but tonight I tried to do 'Goodnight Moon' first, and he still yelled and 'nah-nah'ed as the book opened. I tried another favorite, and he happily sat and listened (and even grabbed and turned the pages, which he does really well, though sometimes he gets a little bit overeager and turns the pages a bit faster than the actual telling of the story). It was always nice to end the day the same way, but change is after all inevitable and shows that he's developing his own opinions and tastes, yes?

I'll have what she's having

Another nice and full day with Zachary's uncle Josh and some friends! This morning, we met friend K and her daughter N for brunch (well, by the time Zachary wrapped up his nap, it was more of a lunch) at our continuing favorite family-friendly breakfast joint, and N's dad J came by a bit later to join us as well. Zachary was of course very happy to play with his menu and happily eat a lunch of apple sauce, cheerios, and jack cheese. He was also frequently looking across the table at N to see what she was up to - as she's got a few more teeth, she's already graduated to bits of chicken and other fancier foods.

Then we were off to the Ballard Farmers Market. The iffy weather meant it wasn't totally crazy packed, and Zachary conked out pretty quickly. We picked up fresh cherries, a large bouquet of flowers, some tasty toffee, Josh grabbed a vegan brownie, and just had a nice time wandering around the various stalls. We even spotted one or two vendors that had been at that herb and food fair yesterday.

We then wandered over to the home of all that is kitsch, Archie McPhee's. Zachary woke up and spent the whole time in the store with his eyes glued to the ceiling - there's pretty whacky stuff suspended from above throughout the warehouse. I was particularly impressed with the ginormous selection of devil duckies, but the whole place is always fun to wander through.

Headed back home and spent the afternoon hanging out before getting invited out for some of the tastiest sushi in Seattle - at a place I still haven't been to! Alas, Zachary and I were still sniffly, so we decided to stay home and make it an early night. He's already been out for several hours; hopefully this extra rest will help him kick his cold!

I'll take s-words, Alex

Zachary's Uncle Josh flew in this weekend for a visit, and brought many fun gifts for both Zachary and us. Zachary's favorite is a very tactilely satisfying sword. No balsa or particleboard here, this sword is all hickory, bubinga, and the aptly named bloodwood. Zachary keeps on trying to pick it up (by the blade of course; clearly a warrior) and happily thumps it on the table.

We've been having a really nice time - today we went to the nearby homeopathic medicine university, which was having an herb and food fair. Zachary slept through most of it (though he was awake and pleased with a live marimba band performance). We wandered through some very cool herb gardens (arranged in fascinating ways - a few by the part of the body's systems that they affect; others grouped by the four elements?; and others just in aesthetically pleasing arrays). And we also learned how to make home remedies in a lecture held in a gazebo; infusions, mieles (herbs suspended in honey), herb vinegars, etc. It all sounded (and the samples tasted) yummy enough, even if the actual medicinal properties might be a bit more challenging to accept on first presentation. And I also learned that Trader Joe's stocks larger sized containers of honey than grocery stores. (Challah recipes tend to burn through the stuff pretty quickly, so this is a good tip.) Interestingly, despite a few young babies in the audience, the speaker didn't mention that young children shouldn't eat honey, homeopathic remedy or otherwise...

The evening was another big milestone -- we had our very first teenaged babysitters! Meh's choir had their major concert (she'd actually been at the venue most of the afternoon after the herb fair), and Josh and I of course planned to attend. One of Meh's coworkers had offered for her daughters to come and watch Zachary, and they did a fabulous job. It was nice to be able to be out for an evening, though I felt like a total dork trying to tell the girls what I thought they might need to know about the house, phone numbers, what to do if Zachary woke up, etc.

Tomorrow's another planned full day - we're hoping to meet one of Zachary's lady friends for brunch, then we'll be checking out a Sunday farmers market or two.

A boy and his toys

Zachary has not yet focused on any one particular toy as his 'security' item. Which on the whole I think is great -- he's interested enough in a variety of toys (and even non-toys; recall his love of menus and airplane safety cards) that if any one were to disappear during our many transits, I'm not even sure he'd notice.

His favorite "toy" continues to be Korby. When I bring Zachary downstairs in the morning and first let Korby out, he (Zachary) gives a squeal almost equalling the ones he makes when we play his favorite music tracks. And he then continues to say "dah" and smile every time I point Korby out to him, whether Korby is inside or outside. When he plays on the floor (or out on the deck), Korby has been very careful but friendly around Zachary, coming up to him, sniffing, and occasionally licking his face. And of course when Zachary is eating, Korby is very interested in staying near those often food-covered hands.

Another fairly new favorite is the pull handles on our kitchen cabinets. They're fairly big and high contrast, and he kept reaching out for them when I walked through the kitchen. So I let him grab one, pulled him back a little so the cabinet opened, and then pushed him back so the cabinet closed. The cabinets have those spring-loaded hinges, so they close very satisfyingly, and Zachary now loves the 'open/closed' game. (I say 'open', he grabs a cabinet handle and pulls it open; I say 'closed' and he either pushes it shut or sometimes just lets go and lets the spring do its work.)

Extrapolating from the menu/airplane safety card enjoyment, we've learned that Zachary loves paper. Junk mail and catalogs actually have a use now (besides keeping our recycling bin full); Zachary will swing them around, crumple them up, and yes, occasionally try to eat them. His favorites are those envelopes with the clear plastic address window in the front - that makes for the most satisfying crumpling noises.

Of course, he still has lots of more traditional toys that he loves - his piano, Mr. Whoozit, plastic toy airplane, rattle, plush toys, books, etc. One of the more cozy and unique (one of a kind actually!) toys is Sheldon, an amazing knitted turtle that our friend K made for him - thank you so much K! Here's a video of him enjoying Sheldon and talking to Sheldon and mommy.

Submersible baby

As Meh previously mentioned, Zachary has been taking his Waterbabies classes weekly with mommy. It always sounded super cute to hear about the kids being bounced and swirled in the water, and everyone singing welcoming and goodbye songs in between developing new skills (learning how to hold their breath when going underwater, good splashing technique, etc.) and a general level of comfort in the water. Yesterday I was finally able to arrange my schedule so I could attend and watch, and the class didn't disappoint!

From the moment they sat on the edge of the pool, you could tell Zachary loved the water. He was all kicky and making happy sounds. Once actually in the pool, he kept kicking and waving his arms in the water, and had a giant smile the whole time.

The big skill of the day was the first day of the underwater 'pass', where the baby would be swooped underwater by the instructor and then sent towards the parent (hooray for the daddy who was swimming with his baby!), who then scoops the baby up. The babies all did a wonderful job, though I think they were mainly confused or surprised rather than actually happy with the process.

Bringing in the harvest

In honor of Memorial Day, today was my, er, annual mowing of the lawn. It's not quite that bad, but it had definitely been a few seasons, leading to a running joke that we were going to have our harvest in May. At least I can at least partially blame it on the weather; they always say you're not supposed to mow a lawn that's wet, and when in the past few weeks have we had a rain break that lasted long enough to dry out our jungle of a lawn? The point was born out when the lawnmower occasionally stalled in thick patches of grass/moss/weeds, and I'm suspecting once things really do dry out back there that we'll have some nice patches of pre-cut hay sitting out there for Korby to graze on. (Fear not, he got an early start on the grass-eating season by finding a few little piles the lawnmower had spit out.)

On the plus side, the predicted rain for the day turned out to just be a short morning drizzle, so we had glorious weather for the lawn mowing and later for a barbecue with friends M & K. Meh brought out a blanket for Zachary to sit on the deck while I mowed and mowed and mowed (to the tune of what felt like several hundred pounds of grass clippings) and Meh weeded, and in general we got to reclaim a little bit of our backyard from the wilderness. Korby was happy to wander around the yard and even came to say hi to Zachary on the matt - I saw Korby sniffing him and wagging his tail, but when Meh came over to see how Zachary was doing, there was a bit of dirt on his face, so I think some dog licks may have occurred as well.

In the end we had more or less successfully reestablished our lawn; if not a pristine one, at least one where we could see our way across it. Along the way, I found several previously hidden Korby dog toys, a tennis ball, a basketball, and a soccer ball. Talk about hidden in plain sight.

If you're happy and you know it

Zachary's got the old adage reversed; after previously being startled or scared by applause, he now appears to love it when groups of people clap their hands. This was well-demonstrated at Meh's Balkan women's choir's performance (yikes, that was quite the string of possessive nouns) at Folklife this afternoon.

Today was actually a pretty packed day for the little man -- in the morning, we met up with friends L & R (at their cozy new house), headed off to brunch in the city, then onward to the Seattle Center for Folklife (where a bunch of friends came out to support Meh's group, hooray!), before wrapping things up with dinner with visiting LA friends C & R.

For those who don't live in the northwest, Folklife is a giant carnival-like weekend of folk music, dance, and arts and crafts. It takes over the entire Seattle Center, and has like 20 different stages, so you could really wander around all day and enjoy Zimbabwean music next to Celtic music next to a band that mixes Zimbabwean and Celtic music. (I kid you not, there are some pretty eclectic performers out there!) The music is all excellent; the crowds perhaps not so much. Particularly with the Seattle Center's layout and the food stalls all being stacked up on top of each other, it gets pretty claustrophobic in a hurry. The stroller acts somewhat like a cattle catcher as far as carving a path through the crowds, but it still gets pretty uncomfortable, and Zachary got unhappy when the stroller couldn't make quick enough progress, so I was eventually holding him while pushing the stroller.

Meh's group had a fabulous show, and many friends were there to cheer them on, which was wonderful. Zachary was happy through most of the show, and again, really got a giant smile on his face and laughed every time people applaued between pieces. Oh, and during pieces he kept finding women around us to smile at and make happy sounds towards - he's such a little flirt! If you'd like to hear the concert, check out the recording I made here. Interestingly, when we listened to it on the drive home, Zachary didn't have any reaction to the applause - maybe he really does need to see people clap their hands for him to be happy and to know it?

Swingers

Hm, Blogger's videos still look to be broken. So let's try Flickr's fancy new video support and see how it works. Here's that video I alluded to yesterday of Zachary enjoying himself at a Newton park. This kid was seriously happy in the swing!

Blue eyes, meet red-eye

Zachary's great summer travel adventures continued this past weekend, with a cross-country trip out to Boston. Well if we're getting specific, we were actually at Tufts' veterinary campus in North Grafton, our hotel in Westborough, and a few car trips into Newton, Boston, and Cambridge.

First things first - at some point in the past, we'd decided due to schedule constraints that the best way to get to Boston was to take an overnight flight. On the plus side, we were flying JetBlue, our new favorite airline -- at least when flying to Boston or New York (the only two direct places you can go from Seattle). There was an amazing fare to supplement the leather seats, lots of leg room (though still as always a bit crowded with a lap infant), 35 channels of live satellite video, ridiculous number of Sirius radio channels, and a free/nice variety of snacks (remember when airlines used to actually serve food?). On the minus side, the flight left after 11 pm and got in at 7:30 am local time, or 4:30 am back home.

Our plan to put Zachary to sleep until leaving for the airport backfired, with a rare early glimpse of summer leaving his room too warm for sleep - is it already time to start researching a second in-room air conditioner? So he was angry until we were with him, and then he was awake, happy, and talking to the fan that I'd brought into his room. He stayed awake the whole ride to the airport, through security, and was happily screeching at the gate while other passengers looked on with what I can imagine were wary expressions. On the plane he was talky on the ground (as were the flight crew on the PA system every time we thought he was going to settle down and fall asleep), but as soon as the plane took off and the lights went out, he pretty much conked out, and stayed asleep through most of the flight.

The trip itself was really nice -- Zachary got to spend some excellent quality time with bubbie, grandma (who flew into the airport just after us), Uncle Brian, and his great aunt, great uncle, and then-soon-to-be-DVM cousin once-removed (that's what my cousin is to him, yes?). It was very moving to see my cousin graduate in the same field that my dad had occupied for so many years, and from what sounds like a very challenging program. We'd also organized visits to several friends we hadn't seen in a while who live in the Boston area. The weather was for the most part decent, only really raining during graduation. And Zachary only had really bad moments on the drive to and from Boston on the day when his naps were thwarted - he did do so amazingly well!

Backing up to the morning that we arrived, after getting settled into the hotel and playing with family for a bit, we made our first visit to go see friends S & A (surprising S on his birthday) in Newton. Meh was loving the beautiful forests and super-cute New England architecture on the drive in. In addition to seeing S & A (and their two wonderful kids, one of whom is just a few months younger than Zachary), my brother had bussed in from New York, also to surprise S. After grabbing some tasty sandwiches from a local shop and catching up with S & A, we all headed over to a local park, where Zachary was introduced to his first actual swing. (He'd had a mechanical infant-rocking swing when he was younger, but never really liked being in it.) He loved it, as demonstrated by a great video we captured (Blogger's video uploads seem broken at the moment, so I'll post it later). Oh, and he also almost dozed off from the motion. We'll definitely have to find more swinging opportunities for our little swinging monkey man.

As previously mentioned, graduation was really nice - everyone was very well-spoken, the class co-presidents were certainly entertaining with the kind of harrowing tales that might extend slightly beyond the sensibilities of All Creatures Great and Small, and of course Meh and I looked for most unique/random undergraduate degree backgrounds among the doctoral candidates. (One person already had three degrees, a few had law degrees, there was one person from UW, and a randomly large number of U-Oregon folks?) Zachary slept through most of it, but woke up and made some excellently timed raspberries and squeals during the veterinarians' oath that had our family and folks sitting around us chuckling. Afterwards, we consolidated rental cars before heading into Boston for dinner. And here's where Zachary went downhill - on the way back to the hotel (not in my car), he was apparently laughing maniacally at nothing in particular. And on the way to the restaurant, he started crying hysterically, on the scale of how he used to be during all car rides. I think he was just completely overly tired out, but it was still a harrowing drive into the city.

Dinner was at the Union Oyster House, which has apparently been a restaurant since 1826, and was even a hundred or more years old then. Certainly can't argue with the "Ye olde" sign outside. The food was great, and we were seated in the "original" restaurant booths, which reminded me a bit of some of the older restaurants Meh and I have been to in London. Zachary slept through much of dinner, and was quietly monkey-like during the rest, never objecting to Cheerios or his appropriate new food for the day, tasty oyster crackers.

Our trip wrapped up on Monday with breakfast at our cousin's fabulous apartment, then a nice visit with one of Meh's friends (from the apparently recently discontinued Hillel JCSC program she was in when she first moved to Seattle) in Cambridge - we'd last seen A & D at our wedding, nearly five years ago! It was great to catch up, and we also got to take a nice stroll through Cambridge and around Hahvad Yahd, where they were packing up from their own graduation ceremonies the day before.

A quick stop at friend S's office to drop off their generously offered pack-and-play, and we were on to the airport. While waiting for our flight, Zachary took an interest in kind of sort of waddling around. Again, I think he may be thinking about skipping crawling entirely!

The Biggest Loser

There is a joke in my family that I am a loser. That is, that I lose stuff. Lots of stuff. Sometimes stuff that normal people would have a hard time losing. Some of the stuff I've lost:

Gold locket (twice: once in sandbox, found by teacher, once forever)

A 20" x 20" framed piece of art (left at the airport, later recovered)

Countless sweaters/sweatshirts/hats/earrings

My turquoise unicorn ring (gosh, I loved that ring...for the week or so I had it before losing it)

All of my mother's vintage Barbie clothing (well, I was only four at the time)

Last week I took off my wedding rings and placed them atop my folded pants on top of the toilet while I applied lotion to my Seattle-winter-scaly legs. Once finished, I carelessly grabbed the trousers, flinging both rings. I found the band on the floor just inside the bedroom, but my engagement ring was nowhere to be found. I crawled around the floor, looked under everything that had an under, and shook out the pants. I finally realized that there were only two places it could have gone: into the toilet bowl, or down the heating vent. I stuck my hand into the mercifully clean bowl and felt around, but it wasn't there. That left the vent.

I was on my belly with a eyeshadow mirror and flashlight, Zachary playing with toys nearby and whining "neh, neh, neh!" Finally, forehead to the floor tiles, I saw a glimmer, and called a vent cleaning place to see if they could help. They informed me that the machinery they used wouldn't retrieve a ring, and that I should try a clothes hanger coated with duct tape. "If that doesn't do it, someone will have to come in there and tear up the floor," they informed me. Sobbing and thinking of my beautiful,one-of-a-kind ring and our practically brand new bathroom floor, I called Scott, scared that he would be disappointed in me, to say the least. He once again proved his saintliness by calming me and promising to help get it out when he got home.

We tried more hangers (it took three taped together to get down to where the ring was), as well as the vacuum cleaner, with no luck. We were off to Boston on the red-eye that night, so I called people to come rip up the floor the day we got back.

This morning, I brought down the laundry. As I bent down to pick up a pair of pants, the ring was there on the floor!!! It must have slipped into the pocket of the original pair of pants, stayed put through the shaking, the wearing, the throwing of the pants into the laundry basket, and the trip downstairs, only to fall out just then. All I can say is nes gadol haya poh!

Only one mystery remains: what's down in the heating vent?

Zachary through the looking glass

Today was Zachary's 9-month doctor checkup. It's amazing to believe that he's now existed as long in the 'outside' world as he did when he was making these kinds of noises. The noises he makes now are more and more expressive - happy screeches and squeaks, 'guhs' and 'duhs' of happiness (or when spotting Korby), 'nuh-nuh-nuhs' when he's unhappy, and a fabulous giggle/laugh -- the last of which he surprised me with tonight as he talked himself to sleep with an apparently funny joke.

The stats from the doctor's visit:

• Weight: 18 lbs. 14.5 oz (25%)
• Height: 29" (75%)
• Head circumference: 45 cm

The doctor commented that from his measurements he's tall and lanky. Really? He seems to have plenty in the way of tummy and pulkes, but who are we to judge? :) Anyway, he completely shredded the paper on the exam table; he really liked the crinkly sound it was making. Everything else in the exam was looking great (ptu, ptu, salt over the shoulder) and he even recovered very quickly from getting his latest shots -- less than 10 seconds later he was already distracted out of crying by something else to play with, and he remained happy the rest of the day.

Meh's first mother's day

Not all of the milestones are restricted to Zachary - today, for instance, was Meh's very first mother's day! Zachary and I had descended on the mall yesterday (Meh was of course immediately suspicious) to pick up things that we'd honestly planned out ahead of time -- while Zachary loves walking around retail stores and seeing all of the fun colors, he isn't as thrilled with the standing relatively still that browsing entails. So he and I had mostly picked out things ahead of time for mommy - thank goodness for accurate and functional retail browsing online!

We met friend J (of J & S, not S & J) for lunch first, where all three guys enjoyed a meal together - Zachary had cheerios and yogurt, along with a side of tasty laminated menu, as is his preference. Then he and I were off for the gift pick-ups, where there were of course a few small glitches. A cute set of dessert plates to match the lovely tea set that mima had gotten her for her birthday was nowhere to be found, and we eventually ended up with the last ones in the store. We strolled around outside to get to the next store, and encountered some picketing women handing out pamphlets explaining that mother's day actually (at least in their view) originated as an anti-war movement, and suggesting that everyone join their crusade to end government oppression and human rights abuses. And here I thought it was just an innocent Hallmark-invented/driven holiday. *shrug*

Today friends S & J (not to be confused with J & S) invited us over for a lovely brunch, where they busted out with their impressively large pro camera and snapped phenomenal photos of Zachary, which you can see here. He was very happy and screechy (that's the explanation for all of the open-mouthed shots) while Meh and I enjoyed a variety of tasty breakfast treats created by S & J. When Meh headed off to work, Zachary and I hung out a bit longer, where he had his own lunch and we got to catch up more with S & J - hopefully not overstaying our welcome too much!

I've somehow mastered the art of carrying 2 hot dogs, 2 sodas, and Zachary (well, the last in the baby bjorn) at once, which came in handy when we got the opportunity to bring Meh a sophisticated mother's day dinner of, well, a Costco hot dog and soda. We then got to visit briefly with mommy before heading back home, the end of a busy weekend of good shopping, good food, and good friends!

This place is also a zoo

One good zoo trip deserves another; three days after our Florida zoo visit, Meh and Zachary met some other mommy-baby couples who are friends of ours, and they all headed over to our own local zoo today for a nice walk around. The giraffes in particular were out of their enclosure, and the babies were all fascinated by the one they were watching.

This was also Meh's first opportunity to try out our fancy new camera, which seems like a pleasure to operate - crisp pictures, a functional flash (our old one made everything look like a blown out ghost), and most particularly the fact that it *gasp* has no time limit on video recordings (which are higher resolution to boot). Zachary proved this point by talking through most of this excellent video: